You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 89
It was late at night, and Mo Mengchen was writing lyrics in the hotel room.

Now, the name Ethan has become popular. He has amazing creative talent, not great singing skills but a unique voice, and an extremely low-key style. Many people want to know who he is.

Not long ago, Mo Mengchen published a message on his blog in the name of Ethan: the first solo album will be released in June.

The album will feature four previously released songs, plus five new ones written.

He has only completed two songs now, so it can be said that there is a long way to go.

The reason why he is so interested in this matter is because he found an interesting achievement on the achievement wall of the singer template.

Achievement Wall:
Release your first album, return: 10000 attribute points.

There is also the sales of albums. These are accumulated achievements. If he is lucky, he can earn tens of thousands of attribute points through an album.

For him in the current situation, attribute points are too important.

There are too few points earned by playing games and performing surgery alone, and the achievement wall for being a doctor is extremely harsh.

The achievements of doctors are not many, nothing more than writing papers, conducting experiments, and the quantity and quality of operations.

Mo Mengchen is doomed to have no time to write papers or do experiments, and he will not study some difficult cases. If it is not for improving attribute points, he will not even wear a white coat again.

It is already February now, and it has been almost a year since he crossed over. In the past year, his overall rating has increased from 52 to 65. Although it is a big improvement, it is not enough.

The next day, the Pistons returned to Detroit.

"Rookie, buy me some water!"

After normal practice, Houston would lie on the ground paralyzed like a dead fish, and let Don Reid wait for a few little brothers with no human rights to go shopping.

Ever since Mo Mengchen became the starter, no one asked him to buy water.

Although it is an NBA rule to use rookies, the rules are dead. Everyone knows that Mo Mengchen will be the core player of the Pistons in the future, and no one will offend him. Trouble with Mo Mengchen.

Mo Mengchen continued shooting practice, and Thorpe passed the ball for him.

It's not a chore, it's just boring.

Because Mo Mengchen's open shots are terrifyingly accurate, his accuracy shows from the side that his accuracy in the game is not just for nothing, he is really talented in shooting.

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It was boring to caddy for him because Thorpe couldn't pick up the ball and complain about his inaccuracy, he just stood there to catch the ball and pass it out.

"Scoring another hundred goals in a row, what a monster!"

Also a shooter, Michael Curry sighed.

"He really" Terry Mills was thinking of a suitable adjective, but how to say it?He thought for a long time before saying, "Very talented in marksmanship."

Hill listened, thinking about himself as they talked.

What if I come?

"I feel like my shooting is no worse than his." Hill boasted.

In order to save him some face, Curry and Mills both smiled and said nothing, even if they didn't express it, Hill still saw the mockery on their faces.

"You don't know what kind of archery you are?" Dumas will not be used to him, and he will say what he has.

Hill also felt that he was talking big, and it was ridiculously big, so he sat there and laughed. His laughter was so loud that it affected Mo Mengchen.

"boom!"

111 shots, Mo Mengchen finally missed.

"Thank God, the old man can finally walk a few steps!"

There was kindness in Thorpe's eyes. The younger Mo Mengchen he liked more and more. Although he usually spoke badly, he was always right. He would not be cowardly when he was in trouble on the court. He was positive every time. Come back.

After playing for half a season, the whole league knows his notoriety.

"When you meet him, don't provoke him if you can."

This is a sentence that came out of nowhere, but it can also be seen how deeply impressed Mo Mengchen left on those villains who attacked him. That idiot Peyton is leaking now, thinking Poor to think about.

Thorpe held the ball and passed it to Mo Mengchen: "How many more balls do you need to practice?"

"Another five hundred balls." Mo Mengchen said.

With his speed of one ball every five seconds, it doesn't take much time for five hundred balls. He is really too stable.

Catches, kicks, pulls, sculptural movement, it's art, pointing to the rim, muzzle-like ballhandler is picturesque.

"It's really beautiful, his shooting." Dumars was amazed.

Hill has always been broad-minded, but he just can't see others praising Mo Mengchen in front of him, especially praising his shooting skills.

Because Mo Mengchen mocked his three-pointers every day.

Thanks to Tomo, according to the original history, Hill only took 0.3 three-pointers per game this season. Due to his continuous stimulation, Hill worked hard to increase the production of three-point irons, averaging 2-pointers per game. Reached [-] times, but the hit rate did not improve.

Not counting Thorpe, his [-]-point shooting is the worst of the other four Pistons starters, and even Mills is more accurate than him.

Mo Mengchen asked Thorpe to practice the extra thousand shots, but he ended up with a horrible score of 13 missed shots.

For the last ball, he chose to hit the board at a difficult 45-degree angle on the left.

As soon as the ball was shot, he turned around and picked up the water bottle on the ground. He tilted his neck, the ball went in, and the water in the bottle poured into his mouth.

Pretending to be like this, everyone was terrified.

"Damn, this guy is too stinky!"

Houston jumped up and yelled, "Mo, let's shoot!"

"I'm not interested in fighting repeatedly with my defeated opponents." Mo Mengchen's mouth was still water-stained, and his face was full of mockery.

Houston ignored his taunt: "Ha, are you scared?"

"No, I'm tired." Mo Mengchen said lightly, "It seems that although Sophie Marceau is very beautiful, if you sleep with her every day, one day, you will also vomit because of her naked body More than that, my challenge to you is this feeling, enough is enough, idiot!"

"You!" Houston exclaimed angrily. "I'm fucking serious!"

Mo Mengchen sat on the ground and said, "Didn't I seriously reject you?"

"Damn it, don't be too arrogant! I will get back the title of the team's top scorer sooner or later!" Houston said while walking.

At this time, Rhett finally brought the water back.

"You buy water for half an hour?" Houston was so angry now that he saw a punching bag.

Poor Red ran for a long time but couldn't find Houston's favorite drink, and he was sprayed after a long journey.

"Mo, this is yours."

Rhett put the orange juice that Mo Mengchen liked on the floor and pushed it over.

If it was before, Mo Mengchen would not pick up this bottle of water because it was too dirty.

And now, he himself is like a source of pollution, covered in sweat, with his butt pointing at the floor that has been cleaned by someone these days, and he doesn't care about the bottle of orange juice rolling along the dirty floor in front of him. There is no resistance anymore.

Seeing that everyone was resting, Ratliff found an unattended basketball on the ground, picked it up, and went to the corner basket to practice shooting.

"Rookie, training is over, let's take a break!" Houston shouted.

"It's not over yet!" Ratliff said. "I promised Mo a thousand free-throw line jumpers a day."

Hearing the sound of hammering iron in the distance, Houston said: "Scream, why do you suggest that a person who has no shooting talent at all practice shooting?"

"No shooting talent?"

Mo Mengchen did not agree with this sentence. In his opinion, even if talent is needed for something that can be learned through training, it is not necessary.

Some people will never be able to practice shooting, let alone whether they are serious about practicing, maybe the way they train is not right at all, no one is born to do anything, they all learn slowly.

"Every surgeon must learn to dissect. A surgeon who can't dissect is a waste, and every surgeon has dissected countless creatures before going to the operating table. I made a mistake on the operating table for the first time."

"Have you ever made a mistake?" Hill asked.

"Of course," Mo Mengchen said, "Mistakes are important, and failures are also important. These experiences are the key to success."

"He's not allowed now, what about in the future? What if he practices like this every day?" Mo Mengchen looked at Houston, "Would you bet?"

Houston asked, "What bet?"

"Your and my salary for the next year, if Theo can practice shooting, my salary, plus the endorsement income of me and Dura Electric will be given to you. On the contrary, your salary, and your endorsement income will be given to you together. I."

The stakes are not small.

Houston swallowed, he really wasn't absolutely sure.

"I'm not going to bet with you. How boring is it to gamble? You are so vulgar and boring to the extreme!" Houston rarely made the right decision.

"Alan made a good decision, don't you see when Mo lost a bet?"

"It's a pity that someone almost lost everything."

"Do you all think I'm going to lose?"

"no doubt."

Later, they left the gym, where Ratliff practiced shooting until late in the day.

For him, it is extremely heavy to practice 2000 balls a day, and this will bring about a qualitative change in his shooting, but it will take time.

He is willing to take the initiative to practice shooting, and Mo Mengchen is very happy.

The Pistons' interior lacks thickness. Ratliff must not only continue to grow, but also grow beyond him. He should not just be a rim protector like Mo Mengchen knew in his previous life, he should become a deadly mid-range shooter and guard Basket Demon King.

This is what Mo Mengchen expected of him.

(End of this chapter)